Mary shook her head. "Tyler, I lost our baby. The b***h killed my unborn child. I will hunt her down myself, I will." Mary's nostrils flared, and she shook her head in disgust. Her hatred and longing to destroy Elizabeth were the reasons she survived.
"No, dear, let me take care of it, please. I will take care of her."
"Tyler, it's been a year and you still haven't found her. No one found her. I need to find her!"
"How did you know this?" He furrowed his forehead; it was not just a word from a broken mother. It was the word of someone powerful enough to make his knees buckle a little. The power of her questions demands an answer that needs to be voiced. He could almost feel her hatred.
"Because I'm still alive. If she finds out that I didn't die that day when he ordered Javier's men to
